Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3
A ll of her salmon rolls consumed, Harper’s head lolled forward. Lucky’s skillful hands were attacking her from two sides, and it was driving her insane. His left hand was at the base of her neck, continuing the massage he’d started in the living room. And his right… Fuck, his right was doing sinful deeds between her legs. She was torn between leaning forward more so he had better access to her neck and shoulders and leaning back to open up her thighs more.
His fingers dug into her muscles, making her bite her lip as her eyes rolled. Gooseflesh rose up on her skin and she knew it wasn’t from the cooling bath water. His fingers were leaving scorch marks wherever he touched. Harper’s breathing sped up as her excitement increased.
Her dilemma as to which direction to face was solved when his hand traveled down from her shoulder to her right breast. Harper felt his chest at her back before she realized he’d tipped her backwards. Her legs fell open as her hips tipped upward. Lucky flicked her nipple, causing a gasp to escape her.
Her pussy throbbed as his fingers continued to circle her clit. The pads of his fingers simultaneously tortured her nipple. Harper’s back arched to push her breast against him harder. Her thighs tried to spread further but were halted by the edges of the tub.
Harper groaned. Why the hell did they purchase such a small tub?
Lucky’s chest rumbled as if he was trying to suppress a laugh. He knew her so well that he likely could guess the cause of her groan. He successfully distracted her from her predicament, though, by increasing his attention on her pussy. Her juices mixed with the bath water. His arm was wedged between the bathtub and her pregnant belly, but that didn’t seem to deter him in the slightest.
He rubbed tight circles around her hardened clit. The water started to slosh around them from her hips moving in tandem with his touches. Harper moaned, the haze of need making it hard to focus. She lifted her arms to encircle his head and neck behind her. Lucky quickly switched his arm from being over her shoulder to under her arm, giving him the reach to her other breast as well.
His fingers moved up and down between the folds of her lips.
“Lucky!” Harper shouted as her pussy started pulsating under his masterful touch.
“That’s it, darlin’,” his voice was low and gruff as he encouraged her. “Come for me. Come on my hand.”
Harper’s body obeyed him without hesitation. She squirmed and writhed as a powerful orgasm tightened her inner walls, as if demanding something inside her.
He did not disappoint. In her haze of endorphins, Harper missed Lucky raising her up in the tub enough to slip his hard cock inside her. She was now sitting on his lap.
“I hope you don’t get pissed about me coming without permission,” he said into her ear. “Because I have no intention of stopping until both of us get ours.”
Harper’s hot, wet walls squeezed Lucky’s cock like a vice. They’d had sex nearly every day since the first time Harper had slept over at his house two years ago. Their longest stretch of abstinence was after Conner had been born, which was entirely understandable and medically necessary. Yet, it amazed him nearly every time just how tight she was.
Her grip on his hair increased as he started to thrust in and out of her deliciously pregnant body. Lucky had never had a pregnancy fetish before—and it did nothing for him to see other women pregnant. But Harper pregnant? To know that his baby was growing inside her body? It made him possessive and aroused beyond measure.
His lizard brain wanted to keep her pregnant for the rest of their lives, while his wallet tried to tell him how unreasonable that was. His art business made decent money, but not enough to support the Beardsleys. Plus, Harper had already requested that they wait to have another child after their daughter was born for at least a year, preferably two. Lucky could understand that, but there was still a part of him that wanted to argue.
He had to fight to keep from pounding up into her. She was so hot, so needy, and it was so fucking tempting. But she was pregnant, and they were in a bathtub. It was too easy for accidents to happen—and Lucky wasn’t willing to risk her or their baby so he could get his rocks off. No orgasm was worth that risk. Ever.
But he would get her to their bed. And he had no intention of letting her leave it. They had two full days without kids, work, or interruptions. At some point, Lucky was going to have to send a message to Steel and Bulldog that he and Harper were hibernating for the weekend and to only disturb them if absolutely necessary. Then their phones were going downstairs with their ringers turned off. Lucky would check them periodically, but otherwise they weren’t going to be touched until Sunday evening.
Harper was his. All weekend long. This was just the beginning.
Lucky kissed along her neck, grateful for the clip in her hair that kept it out of his way. His hands each cupped a breast, squeezing her fat mounds and making her moan. He was ravenous for her, could never get enough. She was his addiction. He craved her in and out of bed, like a drug. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her, to have her and to keep her at his side.
His left hand shot up to the back of his head, feeling for her left. He laced their fingers together, their wedding bands clinking against each other.
The tingling at the base of his spine was the only warning he had before Lucky was shooting his load into his wife’s tight pussy. Both breathing hard, Lucky had to rest his head back against the edge of the tub.
“Sorry I didn’t get you off there.” Guilt gripped him as he tried to get his breathing under control. “I wasn’t expecting to come like that.”
Harper nodded against his shoulder. “It’s okay,” she gasped out. “I already came.”
Lucky snorted. “Two years together and you think it’s okay that I only got you off once?” Before she could respond, Lucky sat them upright. He had to be careful because of her belly and the bamboo tray. “I might be old, but I’m not dead. And now I get to take my time with you while my dick’s recovering.”
Harper was splayed out on their bed, her hair now free of the clip. He’d half dried them off in his rush to get her onto their bed. Thankfully, he remembered the whipped cream as he carried her out of the bathroom. She might not have realized he’d brought it up with them because her eyes went wide at the sight—and then a mischievous grin appeared on her face.
“And what do you plan on doing with that?” she asked him.
“Spray it over every inch of your body and eat it off of you,” he answered truthfully. He stood at the end of the bed. Shaking the bottle, he added, “You had your salmon rolls. I haven’t had my dinner yet.”
His eyes fell to her bare pink pussy to make his innuendo clear. One of his favorite activities for them as a couple was shaving her. Even pregnant, it was something they both enjoyed. Bare or hair, Lucky truly couldn’t care. She could grow her underarms and legs out too and it wouldn’t change how he felt about her or how much he wanted her. But it was something that Harper liked and a way for Lucky to pamper her. Now that she was into the third trimester of her pregnancy, he also helped her by shaving her legs.
“Do I get any cream?” she asked, licking her lips.
He grinned at her before turning the can up and spraying some whipped cream into his mouth. He over-exaggerated swirling the cream around in his mouth before swallowing. “If there’s any left—but I make no promises.”
Lucky hooked his elbow under her knee and dragged her down to the bed. Her ass came just to the edge. With her belly, they had to get creative with positions during sex. The easiest and most comfortable for her was on all fours. However, Lucky wanted to look into her eyes as he made love to her. His favorite position was her on top with him doing most of the work. She claimed she was getting too heavy for him to continue doing that, but what she didn’t seem to understand was that he loved feeling her weight on him. ‘Too heavy’ was not even an option or a concept to him.
Splayed out as she was now, she was like a buffet waiting for him to devour her. Leaving his arm hooked under her leg, because damn he loved to see her pussy on display for him like that, he reached over and grazed the nozzle of the can against her nipple. She gasped at the sharp teeth against her sensitive skin. He pressed down slightly, letting it bite but not cut, and then released the spray.
The cool foam made her gasp, her green eyes brightening with desire. Lucky gently scraped the nozzle along the valley between her breasts to reach the other nipple, leaving a trail of cream in his wake. When both nipples were hidden from his view by his makeshift pasties, Lucky lifted the can from her chest.
He held out the bottle to her. “Mind holding this?” he asked, as nonchalantly as he could, with his tongue practically salivating.
Harper’s desire was replaced with confusion, but she still took the can. Then Lucky draped himself over her, careful to balance on his now free hand to not put pressure against her baby bump, to latch onto her nipple. The sweetness of the cream filled his mouth, but so did the tang of her breastmilk. He sucked even harder, drawing out a moan from each of them. Quickly, before the cream melted, he switched nipples.
The hiss of spray caught his attention and he lifted his head long enough to see Harper had accidentally pressed the nozzle and had gotten the side of her face and ear. Her eyes were wide with shock. The two of them looked at each other for a split second before they both started laughing.
“Let me get that for you,” Lucky offered through his laughter.
He lapped up the side of her face and neck, including places that didn’t have cream. There was no chance of any being left, but he continued to lick, kiss, and nip at her. Until another accidental burst of cream came out of the can.
Lucky sat up, cream down running down the side of his face. He glared at his wife as he gently relieved her of the cylindrical can. “Okay, quick draw, I think you’ve lost your can holding privileges.”
Harper’s giggles shook her entire body. “I’m sorry!” she gasped out. She crooked her finger at him. “Come here, I’ll clean it up.”
Lucky, though, shook his head. Instead of letting her lick the cream off, he pressed his cheek to her baby bump and then rubbed the side of his face all over her engorged skin. This only increased Harper’s laughter. Knowing he was getting it more in his hair than he was on her, Lucky lifted up slightly. He drew a smiley face on her belly with her bellybutton as the nose before licking that up. Next, he tried to draw a flower around her bellybutton.
“Hm,” he mused. “Apparently, whipped cream is not the medium for me. That flower looks more like a funky cloud.”
“Poor Lucky,” Harper said in mock despair. “Whatever will you do?”
“I think I just need more practice.” He bent down and lapped up the cream. “You know what they say: try, fail, try again, fail better.”
“I don’t think this is what Samuel Beckett had in mind!” Harper laughed as Lucky started to draw again.
“Then he should have been more specific,” Lucky argued.
Lucky continued his attempts to draw a better flower. After his third try, he started adding leaves. On the fifth try, he created a stem down her pregnancy line. He couldn’t remember the significance of the line, but did know that it was something most women had during pregnancy. Plus, it got him closer to his goal. He trailed his tongue down the line of cream, getting ever closer to her pussy.
Harper’s back arched the closer he got and then would sag when he didn’t go down far enough. He tried again and her back arched again. Twice more.
She let out a frustrated groan. “Lucky, please! You’re killing me!”
He looked up at her over her belly. Her slit was glistening from his torturous teasing. “I’m trying to improve my art skills.”
“You’re a fucking world-renowned welding artist! Stop playing around and fucking eat my pussy already!”
Both of Lucky’s eyebrows raised up. It wasn’t often that Harper cursed—and it was an absolute treasure when he was able to get her to during sex.
“Eat your pussy?” He moved further down until he was kneeling on the floor at the foot of their bed. He placed her legs over his shoulders for her comfort. “Like this?” Harper jumped at the first lick of his tongue against her slit. “Or would you rather this?” He took the spray bottle and drew a line from the top of her labia to her vaginal opening. Then he licked it up. “Or perhaps, this?” Using his left fingers, he spread her juicy lips to reveal her engorged clitoris. He made a swirl of cream around her tight bud and then suctioned his mouth over her to lap it up. Making sure his tongue teased her clit several times first, he lifted his head. “Which do you prefer, my love?”
Harper’s rapid breathing made her words choppy. “All of it. Do it all. Again.”
Smiling, Lucky shook the can. “Might need another bottle soon.”
“Is that the new one I bought yesterday?”
He sprayed her clit again. “Yup.”
Harper moaned, her hands gripping the comforter tightly. He felt her legs tense over his shoulders too. “I can’t believe you ate a can of whipped cream all by yourself!”
“You helped,” he argued. Taking the can, he covered her clit again with an exorbitant amount of cream before he drew arrows on the inner parts of her thighs, as if to remind himself where to go. “I’d like to point out that you had two premature ejaculations to my one tonight.”
Harper laughed, her thighs starting to close as her body shifted uncontrollably. “Don’t make me laugh like that! I’m going to have to pee soon!”
“Can’t have that,” he commented. “I’m currently in the splash zone.”
She started to laugh again, but he distracted her from her humor by eating up the cream on her thighs and then smothering his face into the cream on her pussy. He tossed the bottle over his shoulder, even though there was still a bit left in the can, grabbed her hips and increased his lovemaking with fervor.
He lapped, sucked, and nipped before bringing his right hand up to circle her hole. Lashing his tongue against her clit in rapid-fire movements, he felt her thighs tighten around his ears. He loved it, knowing it was his touch that was driving her wild. Knowing she was wet from more than just her own juices, but his as well, Lucky had no hesitation about slipping two fingers inside her tight heat.
Though his cock had been depleted after making love to her in the tub, that did not change the level of his arousal. He was so turned on, it was hard to believe—no pun intended—that his cock was only just now starting to wake back up.
Harper bucked beneath him and he tightened his grip on her hips to hold her steady. His forehead bumped up against her belly as he continued his ministrations. After several thrusts of his fingers, Lucky added a third.
He pulled his mouth away from her clit long enough to order, “Play with your nipples,” before returning to his meal. With her belly, he couldn’t reach up from his place on the floor to reach her nipples too without bending her legs up more. And he liked where they were around his head.
Then he switched, moving his hand up to rub her clit with his thumb and bringing his tongue down to fuck her wet heat. Harper’s hips gyrated as her body shook, and Lucky knew she was close to coming again.
He decreased his pressure, wanting to draw out her pleasure, before speeding up again at her protested sound of frustration.
Like an explosion, Harper ruptured around his tongue. Her core thrashed against his face as her hips bucked. Her legs squeezed him so tight that his ears were temporarily muffled against the sounds of her pleasure-filled cries.
Lucky didn’t bother to wipe his face of her juices as he stood. Their bed was tall enough that he could easily fuck her while standing beside it between her legs, but that wasn’t close enough to her for him.
Crawling up onto the bed, he moved both of them further up the bed. Keeping her mostly on her back, he shifted onto his side behind her. Grabbing one of the pillows from her side of the bed, Lucky placed it against her right side before lifting her up more so he could slide his right shoulder beneath her back.
Harper moaned and groaned as he moved her, manipulating her body like a ragdoll. Lucky put a gentle hand to her chin to move her face towards his. Claiming her lips, he waited for her to start reciprocating before raising up her left leg. There was a desperation to his movements, but Lucky couldn’t risk hurting her. He needed to slow down slightly to ensure she was completely with him.
When she probed his mouth with her tongue, Lucky knew she was fully back from her orgasm haze. But he planned on bringing her right back there. At his age, two orgasms in one night was asking for a lot. This kid-free weekend was going to be spent pampering her between waiting for his dick to recharge. He had a feeling his balls were going to be empty, useless sacks by the time Sunday evening came around.
Which was fine by him. So long as Harper was sore enough that she felt the echo of him inside her for the rest of the week.
Lucky arched up his hips, bringing his right hand between them to guide his cock to her hot core. She was soaked, making the head of his cock easily slip between her folds. He worked his cock inside her again. She gasped into his mouth and Lucky swallowed it down, refusing to break their kiss.
Slowly, he sank into her until he bottomed out. He held himself there for several long seconds. Then he dragged his cock out, leaving only the mushroom tip inside her. He thrust back up in a single stroke. Like an engine picking up speed, he did so again and again, getting faster with each piston of his hips. He felt her nails dig into his sides and knew that his own grip on her chin was getting firmer.
From long, languid strokes to fast, hurried pounds, Lucky fucked Harper, his wife, the mother of his children, and the love of his life. Their breathing grew more rapid and their lips clung to each other’s as if neither wished to break apart. Ever. He lowered the hand that was on her chin down to her clit, knowing she needed the added stimulation. Her hot, wet core was about to suck him dry again and he refused to come twice in a row without her. There was no feeling in the world like Harper’s inner walls convulsing around his cock.
He felt her breaths shorten even more as her body stiffened. He increased the speed of his thrusts and the pressure of his thumb against her clit. A puff of hot air entered his mouth as she screamed her release.
Her pussy fluttered as fast as a hummingbird’s wings around his cock. His balls drew up and he emptied into her heat. Needing oxygen, their mouths broke away from each other but didn’t go far.
They were a gasping, sweaty mess. Lucky’s heart was racing in his chest and he could feel hers beating just as hard against him. Giving her slow kisses against her temple, Lucky basked in the moment. For so many years, he hadn’t believed this was even possible for him. To have a partner, a lover, as wonderful as Harper. It was incredible.
“I love you,” he muttered against her damp skin.
“I love you, too.” She tipped her head up to kiss the underside of his chin. “If you keep this up, you’re going to get me pregnant again.”
Lucky chuckled, pulling her close. “I don’t think that’s biologically possible but I’ve got all weekend to try.”
She shook her head. “I’m all sticky.”
“Good.” He yawned, nuzzling his head against hers.
“Not good.” Harper shook him. “Help me up. I need to go pee and get in the shower again. I’m not going to bed like this.”
He raised his head enough to look down at her. “Can I join you in the shower?”
Harper grinned widely at him. “Of course.”
Lucky waggled his eyes at her. “Lucky me.”